I remember the day well. It was Friday, June 2nd, 1972. I was getting my tonsils taken out. It was the worst day of my life up to that point.
It got off to a bad start. My mother woke me up at 5:30 AM. She was nervous because we were due at the hospital in thirty minutes, and we...

Last April I spent four days in the hospital. I'm a type 2 diabetic and had an ulcer on my left foot. Somehow the open wound became contaminated and developed into osteomyelitis. My podiatrist needed to sew up the ulcer and cut a tendon on my middle toe to save my foot.
The...